My male dog is trying to hump my male cat.

Strange.

I've noticed that all the usual blogs I read, have taken a break.
I wonder if the blog writers time it or something..
Hm.
Maybe I should take a two day - week break.
NAH.

I'd miss my blog too much.

Semester change is coming up.
I'll be taking french, applied skills, humanities, and band / gym.
Ew.
I wish I'd chosen a good elective.. like art.
Band is crap. I hate it now.
At least I don't have to take it again if I fail.. XDDDD

RAWR.

Today was boring.
We didn't have anything to do mostly.
We went to the park and went down the hill on the sled.
'We' being Me and Gowri of course.
So yeah.

She threw a snowball at someone and then they yelled for like.. a long time.

That seriously was the most eventful thing today.
OH.
Uhm.
Right.
I got nothing. Nevermind.

Sorry for being away for like..ever.
Everyone that never reads my blog probably missed me terribly.

Just now, I was messing around with the phone..
and it's 'out of order' (psh. yeah right.)..
and I didn't even dial '911' I dialed '91116789' or something.
And it still went to 911.
And they still showed up here.

I felt so bad. I mean.. what if someone was dying and they could've been saved if the police didn't have to come to my house?
I told the cops that too. My mom made me.
Seriously, I was all 'I feel so bad.. 'cause some one could be dying..'
and they were all 'oh well'

Seriously. 'Oh Well'
It's like, 'Oh. I don't care.'
Shows how great the RCMP are..yeah?

Anyway.
Me and Gowri are hanging out,
she's reading a magazine and I'm doing my daily 'blog & website check'..
since I missed yesterday.
See, I have a system. First, I check my blog too see if someone left comments.
Then, I go to Pete's blog..because things are always interesting there (meelikey.com),
then I head over to the Fall Out Boy website.. where I read the Q&A, and then the journal..and then the news (falloutboyrock.com), then to the Cobra Starship site and the Alexisonfire site (cobrastarship.com / theonlybandever.com) and finally, over to City and Colour (http://www.cityandcolour.ca/)
and if I feel like it, the Taking Back Sunday, Exit This Side, and/or Marianas Trench sites. But I don't go there often since there isn't usually updates.
Oh. And after all that (but sometimes before)
I write in my blog.
And during / inbetween all of that, I'm checking my e-mails,
updating my facebook..whatever.

Yeah. I don't know why you'd want to know all of that.. but eh.
I thought I should make an entry today since if I don't, I'll get into the habit of not writing.
Then everything I've written from before will be a waste.

There is something outside the window.. it looks like a star..or maybe an airplane from far away...
nope. Definitely a star.

Anyway. My brother just walked by..said something about 'Why're you wearing mom's necklace ?' (She let me borrow it..since it matches my outfit and all)
And I was all 'Maybe I wouldn't wear it if you bought me one!'
And he was all 'That was from when I had a job and stuff...'

My brother is kinda sad really. 27, Jobless, and living with his mother.
But I love him anyway.

I just don't want to end up like him when I'm that old.
If I'm ever that old.
Hah.

So yeah. I checked it.

Something stupid about the election or whatever in the USA.

Blah. Can you spell boring?
Hah. Kidding. I should probably take some interest.. since I'm Canadian and all and we basically mirror our Neighbours.

It's funny though, since the seattle news is on and there was something about it on there too.
I'm surrounded.
I better go out with my hands up.

My throat hurts.

I think I'm getting sick again with that awful flu that's been going around.

Ugh. I hope not, that thing is deadly.
It makes you all..like.. just.. ugh.
I can't even begin to describe the awful.
The Awful.
Hah. I like that phrase even if it isn't exactly proper english.

I took a quiz on facebook.. I'm 48% normal. I think that thing is whack homeslice.
I should be atleast a 30.

Anyway. I'm gonna go and check out Pete Wentz's blog.. see if there' sanything new and interesting to read.
(http://meelikey.com)

RAWR.

I think all of my creativity has been like.. taken by this blog.
Seriously.

I haven't been able to write a single thing ALL DAY.

It's sad.. since I usually have so much..just.. ideas and that.

Y'know?

I was smashing potatoes for my mom just now.
I did it while listening to 'A Decade Under The Influence' By Taking Back Sunday.
It worked out pretty good.
I sort of.. like.. mashed out the parts. Especially when it goes 'To hell with you and all your friends..'
Oh. And I danced.
It was fun.

Anyway.
We got back a while ago from seeing the Watoto Children's Choir.
Here's the link to their website..in case you wanted to know some stuff about them.
http://watoto.com/

Watoto means 'children' in Swahili or something like that.
The choir is made up of orphans from Uganda that are singing to celebrate their uhm..whatever.
You can read on it your self.
I'm tired.

And I'm hungry. I love shepherds pie and all, but it takes sooo long to make.
(Not really.. I'm just impatient right now.)

I'll write more on the Watoto later. Promise.

My brother is jealous of my blog.

It makes me feel extra special.

Tonight me and my mom are going to see this children's gospel choir from Uganda.

It's at this church she goes to or whatever.
It's free admissions and that, and my mom was all 'You'll never get another chance like this. It will be so cool. So you are coming.'
Okay. She didn't exactly say that.. but close enough.

I'll tell you how it was when I get back.
We leave at about 5 - 5:30.
I'd take pictures.. but I can't find my camera.

So I'll just describe it as best I can.
Uh. Yeah.

I woke up to snow.
Buckets and buckets of snow.

NEVER EVER RUN ON THE ROAD WHEN THERE IS SNOW ON IT AND IT IS ALL PACKED DOWN AND SLIPPERY.

You will fall, and it will hurt. Trust me. I have experience in this.

Anyway. Yeah. I went out this morning in the snow.
I wore a sweater and my cut off sweatpants that are wayy to baggy and very thin.
And snowboarding boots.. 'cause my regular ones don't keep my feet dry.

So I was running on the road, because I thought 'It's slippery..but not that slippery.. I'll only slide a little!"
and I stop, and I just keep going.. and then I fall.
It hurt so bad.. but eh. It was fun, I couldn't stop laughing.

So yeah. That was my morning.

I think it's stopped snowing.

Rain, rain go away.. come again some other day.
Like next week or something.

I'm running out of things to say.
But don't worry.. I'm sure something will come to mind soon.

Oh.

You know the sourkey candies?
The ones that are like.. well. Shaped kinda like a key and sour?
I love those.
But only the blue ones.

I go to wal-mart and buy a tub of them whenever I can..
they make my tongue and teeth a nice blue colour..so when I smile it's kinda of creepy..
but whatever,
They're really tasty.

Yeah. I'll just uh.. publish this now I suppose.

I don't think anyone is reading this.

But in anycase, that isn't what this is for.

This is for me. You could think that I'm just another Emo kid online that decided to make use of their online time so that I could get more attention..
but if you decided to think that, you'd be wrong.

Because it's not like I'm advertising the damn thing left right and center.
If you happen upon this, it's because you begged me to let you see,
or because you pressed the 'next blog' button and ended up..well. Here.

So yeah. I just thought I'd say a little something about why I'm...blogging.
And uh.. I thought 'why not throw in reasons that I didn't use'

Blah. Half the time I think a lot of the things I say don't make sense.
And I think that there must be a bunch of spelling mistakes.
And other errors like that.

But I read everything over like.. a billion times. Not to mention how many times I press the spell check button.
So I guess I'm not really afraid of those things.. I'm just.. insecure.

Hah. Me. Of all people, the one to be insecure.
Hilarious.

I know how to cook a turkey.
Interesting? Perhaps not, but it's very useful.

I went to my Sister's house on New Years, and she gonna cook one.. 'cause she had one left over from Christmas.
It was just a little thing, enough to feed us all and still have some left overs though.

Anyway. She doesn't know anything about what she's supposed to do.
I had to take all the disgusting stuff out..
and tell her about everything..
I was just glad I helped my mom when she made x-mas dinner.
Else it probably would have ended up less then yummy.

Um. Yeah.

My hair smells like conditioner.
Yum.

Yesterday, I didn't wash or brush my hair (because you can't do one without the other)
and I had to go out.. so I just put a bunch of stuff in it to make it look presentable.. and then when I got back, I just left it in and went to bed later.

So when I wake up this morning, my hair is all nasty and just.. blah.
I seriously contemplated pulling a Britney Spears and shaving it all off.
Okay. Kidding.
That was just a mean joke.
I love my hair too much to ever do that.
I'm vain.. I know.

You know how many people pay good money for my type of hair though?
It's crazy.
They should just learn to embrace the stuff growing out of their own heads.
Someone should tell them that.
Maybe I'll be that someone.

I need some new music to listen to..
I've overplayed just about everything on my PSP..
which sucks.
Because that means I don't really have much to listen to.
Well.. I do have something to listen to..
but it's like when a song comes on the radio and you don't like it..and you don't want to change it because after it's over a good song might come one?
Only.. there's no hope of a good song coming on after.

The other day, I went to the doctor.
Okay. It's more like a few weeks ago.. whatever.

So the doctor thinks I might have a problem with something or other.. I can't remember exactly what he said now. Anyway.
I have to go to this place and get some blood drawn.

We go there, and I'm so scared. Because I've never been anywhere near a needle in my entire life..since my mom doesn't believe in shots and.. whatever.
Anyway. So I'm in the little room with my mom and the nurse lady, and I'm watching her put the needle in my arm..
and I start laughing.
I don't even remember why it was funny.
Just something about the sight of my blood like..bleeding made me giggle like crazy.
She had to hold my arm still because I was laughing so hard I was squirming.

I guess that's proof I'm extra strange.

The snow is like confetti.
It makes everyone happy, and it's nice to look at.

It's coming down pretty fast. I keep looking out the window and it looks like a giant is standing on the roof.
A giant with dandruff that is shaking his or her head.

I hope it sticks.
I want drifts and drifts of snow.
A whole blizzard.
Like that'll happen though.. it hasn't snowed like that since.. since..
I dunno.
I don't remember it ever snowing like that..
But a girl can hope.

It's snowing...
Finally.

Good Morning.

It didn't snow.
But it's cloudy, and cold..
so I've got my fingers crossed.

I didn't end up falling asleep until like.. 1:40 am.
I couldn't stop thinking.
I was like 'tomorrow, I'm going to write this..and this..and this..'
And now that I'm actually here,
I've totally blanked.

Funny..yeah?
Not really.

I stayed in bed until about 1 this afternoon.
I got up around nine, but..eh. I decided I'd just lay around in bed for awhile,
listening to some music and thinking a bit.

When I did finally get up, I got showered and dressed,
and I went off to see if Gowri [my best friend] was home, but per usual,
she wasn't.
This is proof I need more then two best friends.
Because honestly? I don't really want to spend my Saturday at home.

So I don't actually have a bedtime..
I was just saying.

The news told me I'll wake up, and they'll be snow on the ground.
Hope they weren't telling lies.
Or.. no. I hope they weren't.. just..
I hope they're right.

Now good night.
I'm up past my bedtime.

So I lied.
I'm not going to bed just yet.

I'm addicted to writing here.
Just..spilling out my thoughts to the world wide web.

I was talking to a friend just now..
and I came out with the wisdom

'Knowing doesn't change the feeling'

And.. it's very true.
And I feel extremely proud to have been able to produce something so meaningful.

Fashion is deadly.

Literally.
I bought a pair of flats, and I wore them like.. twice.
My foot has been hurting for a month.
The doctor says that they were too tight..
and they made the bones of my foot get pushed together.

So now it's sore when I walk.
Even when I wear my converse without tying the laces very tight.
It sucks, since I walk just about everywhere.

It's late.
I'm going to bed.

Good Night.

Rap music.
Is there anything more confusing?
Seriously.
What do people find interesting about beats and the word 'hoe' ?

You'll probably argue that guys in tight pants and eyeliner isn't all that interesting also.. but eh.

Whatever floats your boat yeah?

And right now, mines floating on the thought of bashing something that I dislike.
And so, I've done just that.
Enjoy.

I'm scared to death of global warming.
Seriously.
I'll be sitting..just.. not doing much,
and one of those commercials will come on.. or something will just click.
And I'll think 'In a few years we're all going to die.'

It's a sobering thought.
And it makes me want to change things.

But like lots of wishes, like lots of wants,
This one will probably die before it becomes something sure.
Something real.

And that thought is like a slap in the face.
And it makes me angry.

I keep thinking.. about before.
The past.
Not now, but then.

I want to be there sometimes.
I want to hide away in memories and not have to worry about tomorrow.
About the days to come and the things I'll have to do in the near and not so near future.

But I can't.
Because if I do, there's no one to do those things for me.
And I'll just get left behind.
Buried in those memories and thoughts of the past.
took
Sometimes I just want time to stop..
so I can make up for all the time I've lost.
So I can catch up.

Wise words from someone so young?
You might think so..
but age is only a number.
Counting the time passed and the time that's soon to be passed.
It doesn't really mean anything.
A year more doesn't really mean more maturity,
more intelligence.
It just means the chance to earn those things.

I love snow.
Cold and icy.
When it begins to snow outside, I always smile.
My mom always says freckles are angles kisses.
If freckles are angles kisses, then by her logic, snow is an absolute kiss from god.
Not that I really believe in anything as silly and frivolous as a saviour or protector that resides somewhere in the clouds.

Anyhow.

It's supposed to snow for four glorious days.
I can't wait.
It's cold, sure. But at least when it's cold with snow you've something nice to look at whilst you suffer in the winter-ey-ness that is January.

Yesterday wasn't a very good day.
I felt horrible.
Like.. everything was just falling apart.
Like I was part of an ice cube.
One that was in a glass of something hot, so it broke apart.
I was one piece, everyone else was another.
Every issue and every responsibility was also a piece.
As the the cup emptied, the pieces left.. and I was alone.

I know, I know. It wasn't actually like that. I'm just saying, that's how I felt.

These past weeks have been like this.
Good, and bad.
A roller coaster ride of extremes.
Or no.
More like a carousel ride. Because it's up and down, but in a circle.
Since I'm not really getting anywhere and that.

School? Blah. I hate it. The school system is stupid.
They pack you into a class room with 20 or so others.
And then they spoon feed you a bunch of crap that the majority of people need to know... not what you should be learning.
If you're ahead, you suffer through repetition and soon fall behind because of boredom.
If you're behind, you suffer through difficult concepts and soon fall behind.
Either way, you're doomed.
Unless you're a sheep.
You know; a stupid animal that can digest the watered down material and give them what they want.

I'm trying to talk my mom into talking to the admin and getting them to let me work independently.
I can't stomach the slop anymore.
I mean.. seriously.
The other day, I had to write and introduction and a conclusion to a topic of my choosing.
Nothing more, and nothing less.
I seriously felt like banging my head against the desk.. since that sounded more entertaining.
I mean.. how many times have I written an introduction? How many times have I done a conclusion?
You're 'teaching' me this..why?

And.. and math.
Why do I need to know algebra?
I don't think I'll ever need it.
I've asked 'What's this for?' and the only answer I've gotten is 'for next year'
Well psh on that.

The only reason I'm writing in this is so I don't pick at my scab.
Everyone thinks it's infected.
It probably is.. but I don't care.
Then I'll get blood poisoning, and then evey one who's 'normal' will have to pity me.
Then I won't have to go to school.

Okay. I don't actually want that. It was a joke.
And no. I was not making fun of people who've lost limbs. And no.
I'm not saying life is easier for them.
Stop being such a hypersensitive person.

Right now I'm listening to 'Waiting' by City and Colour.
I like this song..
I heard it on Much the other day.
Okay. I watched the video on much the other day.
But..watching a video also involves listening..yeah?

Anyway.

I like the lines

'You're weighed down you're full of something,You're underneath it all.'
and

'All your friends seem like enemies,When you're broken down and empty'

Honestly, that's almost the only part I remember out of the whole song.
Okay. That's a lie. We all know I have a better memory then that.

I think I like having a blog. It's like a diary..only.. only..more.